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Dedue, Ashe enter the scene

You're quite late getting back.

The scouting mission didn't go well. I was so busy I didn't even have time to eat.

I thought that might be the case. Gilbert was exhausted too.

Glad you made it. I saved some food for you.

Thanks. I'm starving.

Dedue, Ashe enter the scene

Your cooking's fantastic, as always.

The spices were a nice touch. I can really taste the Duscur inspiration.

You remembered that I wanted to try more Duscur cuisine, didn't you?

Yes. How is it?

Amazing! You're a much better chef than I am.

Your cooking is not bad at all.

Haha, thanks. My father would be glad to hear it.

Is he the one who taught you?

Not exactly. I learned from watching him work the kitchen in his restaurant.

And what about you? I think you said that you and your sister helped with the cooking at home.

Yes. I learned by watching my mother.

Nothing remains of Duscur. The towns, the people, the culture—all of it was put to the torch.

My mother and sister are gone.

Yet that simple memory of them standing together in the kitchen is so clear. So real.

So, in a way, you put those memories into this meal.

Yes.

Through me, they are able to live on.

I like that way of thinking.

The church may not like my feelings on this, but...

In Fódlan, when people die, they pass on to be with the goddess, right?

I suppose.

That seems so far away. I'd rather they stayed here.

My parents, my brother, Lonato... Maybe they can all live on through me too.

As long as you think of them, they will.

Dedue...

Your cooking is...delicious. It really is...

Careful...or you will over-salt it.

Ah, that's all right. Thank you, Dedue...

Eat as much as you'd like.

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